Intro:[Makaveli speaking on the One Nation album]We got to get the niggas that runnin' out of hereSo that's what we doLet the gone, nowNow we got One NationWith Greg Nice, Buckshot, Smiff-N-WessonSmiff-N-Wesson, Melle Mel, Scorpio, The Luniz,Snoop, Kurupt, Daz, Me, Scarface, Kokane,Bone Thugs, Spice 1All of 'em on my shitOne NationAnd it's just to hit my nationAll the real niggas that I recognize in the game

[Napolean]OutlawWith that mutherfucking nigga YukmouthDoin' that shit for Rap-A-LotSo grap your gat a lot, niggaYoung niggas on the rise, motherfucker

[Yukmouth]Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em

Verse 1: Napoleannigga this is warWe get the shit together right now, niggaAfter midnight,This full pound gon' make some sound, niggaKick in the doorI throw your wife on the couchI put my dick in her mouthAnd put that shit in and outOutlaw no doubtHa, what you don't talk some shitHa, what make Napolean flipI blow yourBackbone to your motherfuckin' lap hoesIf you wig it, I'ma take it downWho do you, gotta stay lowHa, make a move, niggaWhen your sure improved, niggaOutlaw soldierTake it to school, niggaWe rule niggaHave itWill rap about your gat or won't you grab itFeelin' hot like a weaponGettin' 16 for my automaticThugged out to the overdosesYou niggas got to sell 'em some shitYou probably thought you could leave quickIt ain't happenin' bitchIt's hard to get mob on mineOutlawz my spineIt ain't hard to findBut get ya, and lay lowAnd get ya pis by the doughI keep my shit on c***, cause Makaveli said soI keep my shit on c***, cause Makaveli said so

I been what is know as a bandit (Bandit)You better hand it over,If you wanna see your grandkids (Grandkids)I don't give a fuck (Fuck)Cause Makaveli planned it(Cause Makaveli planned it)But when it's said and doneIn the streetsWe can handle itDo yo thug thang, o really (Really)You don't wanna see me silly (Silly)With fully loaded 9 milli (9 Milli)When it get to spittin'You gon be sittin' meI'm makin' you ass historyI'm the epidemy of everthing you fear (Fear)Crystal clear (Crystal clear)Pistol there (Pistol there)In the airI hit you there (There)Hit you there (There)Then I'm out of here (Here)With your Cartier (Cartier)And your hottie head (Hottie head)Between knees (Knees)I got on the clean knees (Knees)You ain't see noThugs like these,With slugs like theseWe rush tightlyAll in together nowMakin' it mo better now(Makin' it mo better now)Layin' competitors downAhead of you nowSuperial styleGrand imperial thug worldI'm rougher for rhymeI had you wanted for mineWhile I'm gunnin' for mines (Mines)Thought it was gone, but still onWe commin' to town(You rainin', clickin' niggas,That will see us, man)You rainin', clickin' niggas,That will see us, manBut if you think,You can't do yo thug thang, nigga(Do yo thug thang, Nigga)

Interlude:[Yukmouth]

Fuck Youfuck the Outlawzfuck the Régime

Nigga

Verse 3: Young Noble

If you ain't,Lovin' this thug shitYou must be a bitchCan't compete with the bricksAll the drugdealers richOr try to get inTry to hustle and pearWalkin' up and down block all day,'till the rest of the fiends get hereA bitch named TarifaShe owned 300 thugsOn a nigga to hold her beaver>From the blow I frontedAnd do yo thug thangRappin [?] drugs slang[?] and have you losin' you brainAbusin' the gameSo now you're in dangerLyrically I ruin your nameAnd keep one in the chamberNasty new street slugger,Catch you with a boxcutterUsed to fight with my brotherAnd run the spot with my motherYou get after, ask her quickAnd shit blast the bitchfuckin' around with this Outlaw shit

[All]Get your thug on niggasHa, then do yo thug thing

Chorus

Verse 4: Yukmouth

Niggas used to hit me upTill they see that fuckin' RégimeStick me up, up in the skyFirebreatin' dragonniggas bout to dieniggas feel like Armageddon,When I be headin'And wait niggas up at they own weddingWith they own weaponsCounterfessonsGhetto lesson number one:Never try to go to war without your gunniggas get doneSince I quit fuckin' with NumI did once like Big PunOff the books,Have your body in a coffin upnigga I'm off the hookLike a phoneless chuckThat burned outThugged out and turned outSet that motherfucking perm out your headniggas dead,If you ain't Régime, or OutlawKiss the ringI do my thug thing without y'allMatter of factI gives a fuck about y'allPut a nigga up in a hoJust like a ground holeThanks of the HounddoggThey finally found y'allLeavin' [?] on your faceAnd about 12 motherfuckin' bodies,Hangin' around y'allI do my thug thangDopin' in and out of lanesAnd I must thank[?]Tats on my armI better ring the fuckin' alarmOr be the first that get mashed onnigga, do yo thug thang